Novel & Cerita Funny Harry Styles

“Nah, I mean, what could be more interesting than a crime scene where the suspect flees because she heard a sound in the bush?” When I face her, she’s grinning. Sneaky bi-atch. I flip my middle finger at her and trot towards Harry, who’s only a few feet away, ignoring the teasing comments she’s still hurling my way. Harry, of course, is in full host mode, surrounded by students I barely recognize. About a dozen people laugh aloud at something he says, half of whom are probably just drunk enough to think this night is perfect. His hands move animatedly, and a louder row of laughter follows.

Harold hummed in response and then it clicked in his mind,"Wanna join me in the practice match, today?" "Oh no, no, I don't play football." She quickly replied, knitting her brows in nervousness. "Oh god, this girl!" Harold mumbled to herself and then explained, "Who's asking you to play, darling?" "Huh?" The curly haired still didn't understand the proposal. "All you have to do is cheer my name and be hot while holding a towel and a water bottle for me." He chuckled before taking the last bite of his salad. "Actually, I would rather be Harry Styles's whore than be your bleacher." Gracie added jokingly.

"No! That was my mom. She worries too much about my first day and keeps calling to check on me like I'm five years old." I couldn't hold it in anymore and snorted with laughter, covering my mouth because it came out way louder than I expected and oh my god that was embarrassing. Harry looked at me with wide eyes, then started smiling. "It's okay to laugh. You don't have to hide it." I laughed harder and he grinned like he was enjoying this. "You laugh like a cute pig." My laughter stopped immediately. "I do NOT laugh like a pig!" "You literally just snorted."

Think about what he did just a moment ago. "What's wrong with you? Why are you calling out my name?" Again Alfred asked, wanting to get a serious answer. “That's the fate of a popular person, your name will often be called until your ears itch and your nose sneezes." Harry's jokes, which are always funny, are difficult to take seriously. “I'm? Not really, not popular as you. Just admit it! How many girls have you dated or confess they love to you, huh?” Attack Alfred is very random with topics that suddenly appear.

The two of them shared each other in a manly way and Kavinsky walked in. Harry is wearing a white round-neck top and black pants, he held a cup of coffee in his left hand. He had black straight hair which made a bang in front of his face. His face is oblong and his eyes were black too. "What of your Dad?", Kavinsky asked crashing on the brown sofa. "He is at work", Harry replied sipping the coffee he held. "Aren't you going to offer me one?", Kavinsky asked referring to the coffee "Nah, am cool", Harry replied and they both laughed

"That's hilarious! I can already picture his face. He must look just like my younger brother when I tease him!" "It isn't the type of harassment where they get physical, is it? If it is, my heart will break into a million pieces." "Who is bold enough to harass the kid? If they have the guts, they should come and fight me!" Harry had many fans among the hundreds of thousands of people in the livestream. Although on the surface it seemed as if they were paying attention to him because of Giselle, the truth was that after watching Harry, they had been won over by him and had become his fans.

I answered. "Yeah, that's so you. Is he thinking about sending the girl to Korea after you complete what he wants? That's what he does whenever you're reckless and get caught in a scandal. But dude, if she's really a shawty, I'll just sneak her and snatch from you, man! Haha!" Harry said jokingly. I laughed sarcastically, but he didn't notice. "You can do whatever you want, Harry. Just let me finish my job," I said.

“One Direction.” Niamh sat down next to me with a plate of pastries. She definitely had a sweet tooth, and I had to admit I found it rather charming. “One Direction? They broke up forever ago,” she said. “I meant Gary Styles. The one with the hair.” She bit her lip. “You mean Harry Styles?” Was that his name? Christ, I was bungling this badly. “Yes, of course. Harry. How could I forget?” “I distinctly remember you not knowing anything about One Direction a few months ago.”

I replied with a smirk. "Ah, good luck. I heard she is a real prude," Harry said. "Where did you hear that?" I asked. "Rumors, man, just rumors," Harry chuckled, giving me a playful pat on the back. "But hey, you do you. Just be yourself, and she might surprise you." I shot him a confident smile. "She does act too serious sometimes, but I like that about her." "You like how hot she is," Harry pointed out.

He stretches out the word dramatically, clearly proud of the rule-breaking. I've never seen a more happier kid. I hear Violet laugh softly on the other end. It's the kind of laugh that used to make my chest tighten in all the right ways. Now, it just messes with my head. "Past ten?" she teases, her voice warm. "That's way too late for my little superhero. What else have you been up to, huh? Causing trouble?" Harry launches into a full-blown recap, waving his free hand around like he's narrating the most epic adventure ever.